. me ... your ... tits."She shook her head, slowly, from side to side, "No." Yes." ... "No." ... Yes!" .... "no." ... "YEESSS!" No response."Go ... to...... the ... kitchen."Incredibly, she got up and walked to the kitchen. "I'm getting some wine. Did you want some tea, Harold?" Dad of course, didn't answer but I got up, "I'll make us a snack, Mom," and followed her out of my father's sight. When I got to the kitchen she was leaning back against the counter. She didn't move to put the kettle on.. " Revanche quickly left to the sound of Mar and his Grandfather roaring with laughter again.Revanche lay in the grass next to Trink's small cottage by the open window, he called Trink's name several times but got no answer, he knew Trink was home though because he heard the sound of pots and pans slamming around. Rolling onto his back he picked a piece of grass play with it he started talking to Trink about learning how to fight with a sword and how hard he was finding it but he thought he was. “Four hours,” he replied.“How many patrols went by in those four hours that you did not attack?” I asked.“Three - yours was the fourth,” he replied.“Why did you attack the forth?” I asked.He didn’t answer. I nodded.Minutes later I asked the question again.“We knew you were going to be in the convoy and about what time,” he replied.“How did you know?” I asked.No answer so I repeated the question.Still no answer so I nodded.Five minutes later he said, “A Hezbollah informant was following you; at. And I think, maybe, Sylvia loves you, too, but she doesn’t know how to show it.’ ‘I know,’ Karen sighed. ‘I suppose the fact that their father is an alcoholic may have something to do with it, but I keep feeling as if, somehow, I’ve failed them. Sylvia, at least. Brenda seems to be doing pretty well, despite all her father and I have put her through.’ She paused and took a deep breath. ‘Jason, do you think Brenda might be…ah…well…um, ah, gay?’ she asked. Jason was surprised by her question..